Disjointed notes on a life.

[kiya]

Mr. Spammer, if you really want to induce me to take your offers seriously, you would be better served not sending me emails with the "from" line set to "Some Bozo."

I've painted one wall and gone around the little corner thing to the wall in front of the bathroom. This is more work in the last week than I did in the previous year; at this rate I'll be needing the ladder in the stairwell sooner than not. Unless I do the wall on the other side, which is also plausible; I haven't gone all the way around the chimney.

"Truly, Madly, Deeply" would be less annoying if Savage Garden knew the difference between "lay" and "lie". However, even if the singer were not proclaiming his desire to produce eggs in this fashion for all eternity, the song would still be annoying.

I fixed the glitch in Menage's power cable, with pliers. Which beats hell out of how to fix glitches in Toy's cable -- which was with replacement.

Dear Mr. Clueless, your choice to judge the legitimacy of a religion by which one includes more minutiae from God's Scrapbook somewhat misses the point that some people's religions, even the ones that reference some version of God's Scrapbook, don't actually have the tenet that quantity beats quality. You want to buy into that one tenet of some people's fundamentalism, that's fine by me, but I think holding such a religious position does somewhat detract from the intellectual superiority of your atheism.

If I had to soak a lock of hair in paint, couldn't I have done it before my shower?

People who insist that kids have no awareness of sexuality at the age of eleven baffle me tremendously. Not just on the "You think that between television, the movies, and the internet these kids don't know that there are gay people?" level. But, I mean, I knew I was attracted to males at six, and that I was a sub by ten. There were fifth and sixth graders (age 10-11) really engaged in the whole dating game thing at my second elementary school, complete with summer romance flick melodrama. I'm pretty sure the whole hoo-ha about information flow is part of what makes it such a weird, charged subject.

I wish I knew why some of my orange bush was withering. If it's something like the disease that killed the lime, I need to trim off the bits so it doesn't spread, so I've been doing that on and off through today.

Driving down to Maryland tomorrow. Need to pack and stuff. Going to be only in contact with the 'net erratically.

Feeling weird and detached from a lot of stuff. Should take my vitamins and see if that helps. Unmotivated, but have now taken my vitamins.

Maybe I'll see if I can get the first section of the game written mostly by tomorrow. That might help.

Or I could work on that chart of aspects that I wanted to do.

Or, in a different meaning of aspects, I could screw around with astrology some more. Something patterning appeals.

teinedreugan says it's going to snow all day tomorrow, all along the coast. That should make this trip entertaining. :/

Hm, Arthur wants to sit on my feet. That's all right, my feet are cold.

I'd kinda like to poke a bit at my D&D character or something, but we're not running this weekend and may not be running weekend after. Hey jikharra, you looking for any more intermittent Fairweather players? If so, got any character types you're looking for in particular, or should I just roll up a rogue so I can fit in? ;) (Whoa. I just got a concept for a rogue/sorceror. . .)

Blue. Achey. And this room has distressing empty bareness near its ceiling. I have an urge to paint it now, even though I'm not done with the upstairs, because the paint that goes in here is blue. . .

I wonder if teinedreugan would be willing to discuss what we want to do with repainting the bathroom. Blue in there too, if I can find the stencil. Ah, there it is, under the table.

Generic complaint: If I'm going to have the butter-over-too-much-bread feeling, I should at least have a magic ring.

Okay, I'll stop writing on this song. Bleah stress.


Addendum: Arthur just decided that he Really Wanted to be up a ladder. So he charges up the ladder, gets the over/under wrong, and thunks his empty little head on the underside of one of the rungs. And then sort of stood there trying to figure out why his upward progress had halted. And this, dear reader, is why he is called "the stupid cat".

Comments

[baratron.livejournal.com]

People who insist that kids have no awareness of sexuality at the age of eleven baffle me tremendously.

Oh, yeah, we get that one coming up a lot on the Sims board I go to. It's rated as PG-13, which means that you're not allowed to talk explicitly about sex or use bad language. But some people object to people talking about gay sims, "because it's PG-13".

I said recently that I felt it was entirely appropriate, because you can have gay sims in the game without a hack: the game has always given you some choice about whether your sims are gay, straight or bi. (Actually, the way the sims are coded, they're all potentially bi!). The moderators agreed with me, so hopefully common sense will now rule.

[kiya]

Heh. That sounds exactly like the logic that provoked that paragraph, really. Someone was seriously arguing that an eleven-year-old has no concept of orientation to come to terms with, so discussing homosexuality with an audience of eleven-year-olds was utterly inappropriate.

I'm glad your moderators are sane. Hell, I'm glad that the Sims game got coded that way, because it's a really good way of just letting things be "normal".

[sashajwolf.livejournal.com]

When I was nine, my uncle visited with his boyfriend. They stayed in my parents' bedroom. During the visit, I (a) walked in on them cuddling in bed one morning, at which point it dawned on me that they were gay; (b) was given a book of poetry with a Classical female nude on the front cover. I was far more embarrassed by the second of these occurrences.

[boojum.livejournal.com]

Point out to the objectors that gay people do do things together other than sex. It sounds like they hadn't quite realized that, which makes me wonder about their grasp on reality. (Ow. And when would you eat? And wouldn't you get bored after a while? And eventually your creditors would come find you. And...)

[undauntra.livejournal.com]

And this room has distressing empty bareness near its ceiling.

Random ceiling idea: miter cut some wood molding and arrange it on the ceiling in fancy geometric interlace patterns like in Islamic architecture.

[kiya]

The plan for this room is to get some dark wood edging to put around the ceiling/wall meet, and a fairly geometric stencil design under that. I'm intending to do the stencilling first, because the width of the uncut stencil above the pattern is about right with the wood added, and stencilling with the wood in place is a pain in the tail.

[sstaten.livejournal.com]

Rogue/Sorcerors are cool, I've had an idea like that since 3rd ED came out.

[keshwyn]

Heck, I even played one for a while. It was fun. Too bad I stopped playing her soon after. (Hi Copper. :)

[redbird]

This far down the coast (NYC) the snow has mostly been downgraded to "a bit of coating on people's lawns", and then rain.